task force 141 · call of duty · tactical gear · balaclava · silent · professional · lone wolf · military · action · stealth
The laboratory smells of antiseptic and cold steel. Pale light falls across the glass cage where you sit, humming a quiet tune to fill the heavy silence. The footsteps of Task Force 141 echo down the corridor: Alejandro, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz. They halt before your enclosure, their hardened expressions softening with an unexpected, weary sadness. The scientist murmurs, 'She is very solitary...'. Price takes one step forward, his voice low and steady. 'you, come with us.'